Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

The Great Sun Dao cultivator remained silent for a moment, not directly responding to Wang Quan's question, but instead pointing to the miserable cultivators on the battlefield and saying, "I can kill them with the same spell."

"But... my spells are not as powerful as yours!"

"I feel that your spells are at least twice as powerful as mine, perhaps even three times stronger!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are definitely not a cultivator of the Drowning Dao!"

"You must be a practitioner of unorthodox sects, or even a true disciple of the orthodox sects!"

Wang Quan paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm not!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator curled his lip in disdain: "You're not? Who would believe that!"

"Even women with such big faces don't believe this!"

The round-faced Taoist nun's lips twitched: "Grandma, I have an oval face, not a big plate!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator chuckled, "That's not important!"

"The important thing is, didn't you ever suspect he was a spy?"

"We are all unorthodox cultivators. We can accept that your magic is a bit stronger than ours."

"But if they're one or two times more powerful than us, that's a problem!"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator became increasingly agitated as he spoke: "The territory occupied by the Xuanmen and the side sects is already large enough."

"Now they're even trying to seize our unorthodox territory? And bullying us unorthodox people?"

"Do they really think we unorthodox people are pushovers?"

"We on the left also have pride, arrogance..."

Just then, a newly established Foundation Establishment ancestor roared, "Shut up!"

"Um?"

Wang Quan, the round-faced Taoist nun, and the Great Sun Dao cultivator all looked over, quite puzzled and confused.

The newly established foundation-building patriarch gritted his teeth: "You're gambling with our lives!"

"You will decide the outcome with our lives!"

"Are you even human?"

The round-faced Taoist nun curled her lip: "Whether we are human or not is unimportant; what is important is that in the eyes of us unorthodox cultivators, you new-method cultivators are not human!"

The Foundation Establishment ancestor was stunned. He muttered subconsciously, "We're not human? Then what are we?"

The Great Sun Dao cultivator sighed, "Just ordinary leeks!"

The Foundation Establishment Ancestor...sadness, despair, and bewilderment.

The orthodox monks who were with them comforted them: "Don't be sad. Being exploited isn't such a big deal."

"In their eyes, we're just high-class韭菜 (a metaphor for easily exploited people)!"

The Foundation Establishment Ancestor murmured, "I've endured so much suffering, waited so long, and struggled for so long, and now that I've become a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, I'm just an ordinary leek?"

"Was all that foundation I built for nothing?"

Snapped!

A traditional cultivator patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Even you cultivators who have achieved Foundation Establishment through the new methods, or even those who have reached the Purple Mansion level, may not be able to defeat traditional Qi Refining cultivators from unorthodox sects."

"Think positively, don't cry!"

The Foundation Establishment Ancestor looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "I didn't cry!"

"I'm just... a little sad!"

Other orthodox monks...

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Wang Quan clapped his hands and smiled: "Everyone, now is not the time to comfort people!"

"What you need to do now is: Who ordered you to attack my senior sister?"

"Who ordered you to steal my senior sister's treasure?"

Upon hearing this, many self-taught orthodox cultivators blushed and became agitated: "Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far!"

"This big-faced guy stole our precious items!"

"Instead of us stealing her treasure!"

The round-faced Taoist nun took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "I told you, I have an oval face!"

However, everyone was too emotional to pay attention to her.

The unorthodox cultivators said, "Thirty years ago, several of our sects conducted a joint trial."

"We, the trial participants, have established a ritual here to forge a magical artifact, following ancient records, in preparation for creating a magical artifact to witness our friendship."

"After thirty years of hard work, just as the magic weapon was about to be completed, this big-faced guy came over and tried to snatch it away."

"Her actions are so unethical!"

The round-faced Taoist nun bristled: "Nonsense!"

"You bunch of bastards, you're turning black into white and spouting nonsense."

"Tell me honestly, did you refine the stuff in this iceberg? Or was it naturally formed?"

The group of wild, orthodox monks sneered, "We made it!"

The round-faced Taoist nun sneered, "They were born of nature!"

"We refined it!"

"It's naturally formed!"

.......

The two argued, like shrewish women shouting in the street.

After listening for a while, Wang Quan coughed and said, "Shut up, all of you!"

Everyone shut up.

Wang Quan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, I'm here for only one thing: who ordered you to join forces to kill my senior sister?"

A wild, orthodox cultivator gritted his teeth and said, "She stole our things, so naturally we should surround and kill her."

Wang Quan frowned, sneered, and growled, "Shut up!"

"Do you really think I know nothing?"

"That blue lotus flower below is so exquisite and powerful, it even surpasses the prototype of a magic weapon and has become a magic weapon itself."

"You bunch of wild cultivators, you think you can forge a magic weapon in just thirty years?"

"Even if it was a half-finished product thirty years ago, you wouldn't have been able to turn it into a magic weapon in just thirty years!"

"Everyone, be serious, be earnest—stop bringing up the Blue Lotus magic weapon issue!"

"It was definitely not something you crafted or forged. You don't have the ability. Plus, with the wild sects behind you, even if you used all their resources, you couldn't have done it."

Upon hearing this, many of the unorthodox cultivators blushed and cried out, "You...don't look down on us!"

"Our ancestors were also from unorthodox backgrounds!"

"We also have traditions, we..."

Wang Quan sneered: "Shut up!"

"Now answer my question—who exactly ordered you to ambush and kill my senior sister?"

"Is it this Great Sun Path cultivator? Or some other unorthodox or heretical cultivator?"

"Or something else?"

The many cultivators remained silent.

Wang Quan did not force him, but instead patted the box, released sandalwood incense, chanted incantations, and went up on the stage to perform the ritual.

The smoke from the cigarette rose into the air and transformed into a vertical eye.

Glug!

Its vertical eyes swirled, locking onto all the cultivators and spirits present.

Wang Quan then wielded his brush and ink, employing the art of painting shadows: with just a few strokes, he depicted the appearances and characteristics of more than a dozen cultivators and spirits on the paper.

"I gave you a chance to speak, but you wouldn't. Since you're not going to speak, then you might as well die!"

With the next breath, he wielded his brush and drew a horizontal line on the portrait.

This horizontal bar either swept across the neck or chest and abdomen of the portrait.

at the same time:

A dozen or so cultivators and spirits screamed, and then a black line appeared on their necks, chests and abdomens.

The black lines spread out, like ink spreading, forcefully separating them.

Flesh and blood separated, and the spirits and the new cultivators died instantly.

Several orthodox cultivators frantically cast spells, vainly attempting to break the spell.

As a result, it couldn't be solved.

In despair, they released their Yin and Yang spirits in preparation for escaping, possessing bodies, and starting anew.

But after the Yin and Yang spirits escaped from the inner realm, they were horrified to discover that their own Yin and Yang spirits had also been separated by ink and were beginning to collapse.

boom! boom! boom!

Corpses fell down, turning into ink that blackened the iceberg.

Wang Quan wielded his brush, continuing to paint shadows and depictions of people and spirits: "You can escape!"

"You could also try to find a way to crack my [Shadow Graphic]."

The Great Sun Dao cultivator standing nearby twitched his lips and secretly groaned when he saw his own image drawn on the image.